DespairingTime and space,Wishing, yesMaybe grieving instead.Screaming voice, become my quieter acting skills,Lying with my teeth and tongue,Because my breath is but a waste.Breathe in the night air,It shuts up that voice.You know,The one that calls itself despair.
"Alone"Nighttime will hear your secrets.Your window open, the air spilling in,And squinting your eyes against the cold.Stars wishing the moon was there with them,And not behind fuzzy, puffy, darkened, dismal clouds.There is always the air to speak to, however,Or the birds to listen to your thoughts.The ground to lay your tellings upon,Or another broken heart.Grass to nuzzle your heartbeat intoLeaves to feel with your fingertips,Water to touch with your eyes,A broken up sky.There's so much more than you knew,It's amazing, really, creating a ripple effect,Spreading and dividing, searching, for the right wind to whisper to.That's alone.It really is.
FlyingFeathered are those soft wings,Lifted by air, resisting gravity,Never to be shattered in pain,Instead lift, without power or personal gain.Bird, sing me your secrets,Because I wish to be one with your wind,Eyes that spell fathomless depths,Abysmal in their own darkness, begin.Talons, never touch the ground,You'll find it's hard to be steady.No matter how slow the earth spins,Off balance is where I stand, not ready.Fight against the air when it pushes too hard,Never, just drift, and you'll find you will go far.Fly without fear and it will take you places,Whether south or north, you will find new faces.Be free within the sky,Though chained by the need to come down,You can still feel the sun in your feathers,Never a sigh or emotional cry.
Greetings and GoodbyesHi.A simply word,Sentence, perhaps,Everyone in every languageHas a greeting of some sort.Greetings are important.And so are goodbyes,Though they may trudgeOut of your mouth regretfully.'Bye.
BalanceI'm balancing on my own pain,Using others pain as my ropes to tie it down,I'm distracted by feelings I know,And pulled away from ones I don't.I'm probably going to use you as a balance beam.And you've got no idea how much that means to me.
HailIce is falling from the sky,And it resembles what my heart looks like,Pitter patter on the streets,In the middle of the night,Pinging like a heartbeat.Taking what we've been given,It seems so cliche to burn this glass,But it seems wrong,As flames lick around the shameless pyre,That no one wanted this.Barefoot, my toes,Touch the raw and icy snow,It makes me feel alive, this lackOf warmth and heat,Because I like seeing the beauty in the cold.Pulses of spine cold,Tremble up my arms and back,With each shiver, I'll remember the timesThat our hearts beat together,Though separated by winter distance.I wish upon a flaming star,That it will snow some more,Just to feel this alive,And get cut from a fractured glass storm.
Condemning WarmthSometimes I can't believe how hard it is to breathe,To get a hook on this raw and shameless need,Because most of the time I just let it roam free,Even though this causes me to break down.Crisp mornings can be no better than if warm,Even though I seem to know what they're talking about,When they say winter is a honest to god silenced death,Of everything all around, except my freezing breath.Shivering and shuddering in what I call hell,Not dying of fever or licking up flames,Hopping across water and icicles become tame,Just so my eyes can dart about in pain.Burning nights can be no better than if cold,Even though I seem to hate what they say,I have to admit it's true about these little games,All I need is a pawn to shout my name.Walking and running in snowflakes all alone,Crying and begging for mercy in the form of mist,As my lungs struggle and push for a small amount of bliss,Maybe this winter will be my last plot twist.Then I can just go lie down